This villain, please exercise some restraint.

This look...this look...

An Xu's heart was trembling. He couldn't describe his mood at this moment, but he did feel something called "heartbreak" for a moment.

If Shi Si is a black-robed temperance, then...it seems that...it makes perfect sense for him to be treated like this.

It's just that he didn't understand that Temperance had a chance to hurt him earlier, as long as the new "Temperance" chose to stand aside when attacking him.

Why...why did you take action to save him and Xiaotong...?

He really wanted to convince himself that this was just a player who might or might look similar to the former Temperance, but the familiar appearance made it difficult for him to even try to convince himself.

How did "Temperance" suddenly change from an NPC to Shi Si? Is he an NPC, or is he a... player in the guise of an NPC?

An Xu didn't know, he just felt that his sudden understanding of this game was very little, even superficial.

An Xu felt very uncomfortable. The shock and heartache were mixed with a trace of hope that could not be ignored, making his thinking a little confusing.

The pain from his body and the loss of blood made him suddenly feel dizzy.

Why...why do you want to hurt me? Why identify yourself? Why are you manipulating me?

If this hadn't happened, if Temperance had chosen to confess or even keep silent, he thought, he would be willing to continue... to make this friend.

The boy with glasses looks calm on the outside, but he still has independent thinking inside, but his mind is shaken.

The collapse of thinking is just a momentary thing.

In a daze, he seemed to see the black-robed Temperance suddenly appear in front of him, with the corners of his lips raised in an indifferent arc, silently mocking... him.

Why laugh at it? Why...mockery? Why...mockery?

Is it because he simply chose to believe it when others were making malicious speculations? But...what's wrong with this?

His eyes seemed to be covered by blood-colored thorns spreading crazily. He wanted to blink, but... his body was not under his control.

Through his remaining sight, he seemed to see the scene in front of him changing. The various hyacinths around him were swaying in the wind, and a slender hand with clear bones stretched out firmly towards him.

[Xinzong’s journey has been tortuous, but you are worthy of admiration for reaching here so quickly. 】

A familiar voice seemed to ring in his ears, and An Xu subconsciously wanted to reach out his hand. Unfortunately, his body was no longer under the control of his consciousness.

Shi Si...

At that time... he said this to himself... right? Or...Xiaotong?

The memory seemed to become chaotic. Even though he didn't want to admit it, An Xu still found helplessly that his thoughts, which were in chaos, were heading uncontrollably towards the unknown abyss.

Scenes about temperance...Shi Si kept flashing in front of his eyes, and then quickly disappeared. For a short period of time, it seemed that there was only such a thing in his mind.

Help...someone...help me...

An extremely unpleasant feeling emerged in An Xu's heart. It was an early warning from the spiritual level to resist erosion. This feeling... seemed to be urging An Xu to take immediate action to change the current situation.

An Xu felt sincerely powerless and helpless at this moment. What else could he do now? Should...choose to give up?

A holographic game in his eyes actually brought him an indescribable sense of crisis at this moment.

Can't give up...absolutely...can't give up...

An Xu told himself this, and suddenly, he remembered the "weapon" from the Wheel of Fortune that was almost equivalent to being bound to his emotions.

Hate dice.

He still remembered the words that appeared in front of his eyes when he first got this prop.

[Can the fate of living things be affected by emotions? There may not be a perfect answer to this question, but the golden light blooming in the wheel of fortune may... bring a definite answer. 】

At this moment, An Xu hoped that his personal destiny could be completely reversed due to emotions.

He called out from the bottom of his heart——

The golden dice seemed to slowly emerge in front of his eyes. After a while, the answer was about to be revealed——

Almost at the same time, a somewhat familiar female voice intervened, and a warm hand covered An Xu's bloodshot eyes.

"Absolute confinement."

The female voice murmured softly, "Good boy, don't think too much, just rest for a while...just..."

The boy with short white hair who suddenly lost control frowned fiercely due to the dual fixation on the body and mind of the boy with glasses.

He raised his eyes and looked at the long red-haired boy who was fighting fiercely with Jianliu. He could see clearly that without An Xu's assistance and relying solely on Chixuan, even in the previous battle, the cooperation of the two had severely damaged Jianliu. Flow, the current situation may be reversed at any time.

What's more... out of the corner of his eye, Shi Si glanced at the sudden appearance of the "Queen" - this sudden appearance ruined his good deeds. He didn't know whether it was because of the instructions of "The World" or -

The thought appeared in his mind only for a moment. The next moment, the white-haired boy looked at the field again. His sharp and cold eyes made the sword flow, which took a moment of breath, suddenly feel bad.

He also wanted to find an opportunity to capture the thief directly and capture the king first, and kill Shi Si first, but the guy wearing glasses and the lunatic in front of him made him powerless.

But now, things seemed to have changed on the field. When he saw the right moment, he would just——

The thought of sword flow came to an abrupt end. A small, milky-white sleeve arrow passed through the red-haired boy's chest with lightning speed, and then sank into his heart.

The stinging pain hit him. Jianliu blinked his eyes and saw the red-haired madman in front of him, clutching his chest and falling down, and then his figure disappeared.

The young man holding the sword was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the sword in his hand, and looked at the young man in white standing not far away, "It's Si, sometimes I admire your determination and indifference. It's a pity. You are too weak."

"Your weapon is very good. It can be said that as long as it is stronger, you can easily kill two birds with one stone, even if... among them, there is a madman who fights for you for some unknown reason."

"But unfortunately, this time, you bet-"

Jianliu's figure quickly flashed in front of the white-haired boy, and the blood-stained sword tip pointed directly at the vital point.

But the next moment——

He saw Shi Si in front of him, and a very familiar smile appeared on his face.

"Swell——"

Accompanied by a very low whisper and the sound of something exploding, Jianliu couldn't help but relax his hands and bow down.

He slowly lowered his head and saw the dent in his chest and the blood hole in his chest.

How could it be... Jianliu couldn't believe it, but at this moment, it was meaningless to believe it or not.

Heart...broken.

He failed.

...

"Sorry, I won the bet."

Breathing became difficult, and his body was melting. Before he died, he heard Shi Si say these words.

There is no emotion in this sentence, it seems to be a simple statement of facts.

But he could no longer refute, and in the next moment, Jianliu's figure disappeared without a trace with the breeze.